My life has come to this

Today a pen burst in my pocketbook and so I had to carry all my stuff home in a small, wrinkled paper bag. My hands are blue. And it's raining.

But don't worry about me. Really. I'll be fine.


Took this one at Redd's Pond in Marblehead. Worth looking at large--I was especially pleased with the way the bubbles came out.

So my parents critiqued the photograph in my previous post, and the review was, in fact, negative. Specifically, they didn't like the dark negative spaces and said I should have better arranged the matches in a pattern with no spaces in between them. I won't do it over, but I have an idea for a similar photo that I'll try another time.

Le rouge allumettes

Le rouge allumettes

On a fun note, one of my photographs from my Las Vegas trip was used on the travel site Schmap. It is a picture of the Mirage. Not exactly an exciting one, but appropriate, I guess, for a travel guide.

I'd love to be a travel writer and photographer. I wonder if it's possible to make a living at it?

Gienna Écrit

I have taken away the silly Amazon content bubble thingy--which was supposed to recommend books based on content and somehow kept coming up with titles about makeup and makeovers and Mary K cosmetics. (I wonder if Amazon is trying to tell me something?) I've replaced it with a little widget that allows readers to translate the page into another language. It's kind of fun to read the page in French: RCAS' son can say le chienchien, le kitty, pain grillé, en dehors de, camion, autobus, arbre, grand kitty, ours, tigre, and voiture bleue. But probably not in French ... yet. I am trying to learn a little French, as I've been thinking about a trip to Paris sometime in 2008.

Some words I have already learned: hello, my name is Gienna, pleased to meet you, please, thank you, good night, see you tomorrow, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, coffee, non-fat milk, and napkin. Pretty soon I will be able to speak as well as d'enfant en bas âge.

Snowy Lake

Snowy lake

Took this photograph in color, if you can believe it, while up North for Thanksgiving. Worth looking at large. Pretty on black, too.

A short and pathetic update

I have been way to busy to blog, but here are some updates. I think this would make a good Christmas letter. I should start doing those.

I sold three photos at a holiday fair at my work. Two of them sold to friends at a discount and they haven't paid me yet, so those don't count. Here they are, anyway:

Float revisited

I sold the third one to a total stranger for a modest price. Then realized it was a film (not digital) print and I don't have a scan of it and I probably don't have the negative anymore. It was nice but you'll never know that, because now it is gone forever.

This morning I fell in a snowbank. I was putting the trash and recyclables out, on top of the snow mountain at the curb, and some of the recyclables fell out. So I tried to climb up snow mountin to get them, thinking it was frozen solid. It was not. I fell face first, knee deep in the snow. And when I tried to push myself up my hands got stuck in the snow, too. So I kind of rolled over and down snow mountain whereupon I fell sprawling onto the icy sidewalk. But wait, that's not the best part. The best part is that I was wearing my pyjamas and slippers. No hat, no mittens, no socks. That's right, no socks.

The not crazy upstairs neighbors might be moving, naturally, because nature abhors a not-crazy vaccuum.

I broke my parents' washing machine, the dog did the scoot on their expensive new carpet, and I made my mother cry because I lent her my stand mixer and forgot to give her the beaters for it ... twice.

Let's see, what else? More babies, including one whose name I can't put here because I don't know how to make an umlaut on the computer keyboard. Here's the other one:

With grammy and mummy

You can see she is a very happy baby. And why not? It's almost Christmas.

I haven't done my Christmas cards yet and not sure that I will. I'm not really sure where I stand with Christmas shopping. I know I've done some, just not sure exactly what-all I've done.

Otherwise it is work, work, work, work and falling into bed exhausted at 7 p.m., which is why I don't answer the phone when KK and Calvin-roo call. Bad auntie.

Merry Christmas!


Seriously cute toddler alert. His mom, my friend RCAS, was worried that he wouldn't rate a blog entry, because he's not a baby. However, she points out that--unlike babies--her little genuis can say stuff, including doggie, kitty, toast, outside, truck, bus, tree, big kitty, bear, tiger, blue car... and, of course, 'brella.

BTW, toast?